Choreography

Years blindfolded, I stride
The trip became a long shot for silence
Here lies your true self-pride
Quick on the steps, not sold but guided

You make your moves and tear right through my skin
And yet I lie still
You shape the room, so beautiful within
And yet I can not feel

Slowly I rise and fall down
The sudden feel of risk, the twist of violence

You’ve turned into a pale disguise of me
And yet I can not see
You float in gloom and light the mood to sin
And yet I can not feel

Years blindfolded, I stride
Slowly I rise and fall down